"The Blues have took most of it already," wailed the boy. "And
just as they were paying me the battle begun, and this horse run
away, and I couldn't get him to come back for my money."

"War," exclaimed Lathrop morosely, "is always cruel to the
innocent." He sped toward Carver Centre. In his motor car, he had
travelled the road many times, and as always his goal had been the
home of Miss Beatrice Farrar, he had covered it at a speed
unrecognized by law. But now he advanced with stealth and caution.
In every clump of bushes he saw an ambush. Behind each rock he
beheld the enemy.